8Ball, Devius - Ice Cream lyrics
[8Ball, Devius - Ice Cream lyrics]
The ice cream man is co-miiiiiiiiiiing'!
Watch these rap niggas get all up in yo' guts
French vanilla, butter pecan
Chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
Scooped in my ice cream truck
You know whassup
8: 30 Monday morning on the courtesy flight
To my St louis bitch, she converted to dyke
(f'real?) no luggage
Shorty told me I could shop when I land
All expense paid trip, she my #1 fan
Good sex 'til the sunrise
Her friend joined in
Hump day, Wednesday afternoon
I'm back in the wind
Touched down, L-A-X, this my West coast thang
Bitch family got money
Daddy gave her the Range
Two story condo, overlookin the beach
Gave me head in the window they
Can see from the streets
Gucci frame matched the loafers on
The pedal of the Rover
Dropped me off, kissed my cheek
Said she wanna do it over friday night
Thick yellow in the lobby at the hobby
My H Town piece, 19 with plenty body
Escalade seats caressin that pretty frame
It's a shame
That a handful of cats can play the game
Watch these rap niggas get all up in yo' guts
French vanilla, butter pecan
Chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
Scooped in my ice cream truck
You know whassup
Ice, cream (oh) ice, cream (oh)
My bitch is wet like ice, cream
Ice, cream (oh) ice, cream (oh)
My bitches taste like ice, cream'!
Oooh what a pretty pussycat
That I'm lookin at dime with a diamond stud
Where her bellybutton at
Wow, make me wanna hit it right now
Do that thang she like and
Have her screamin out loud
Like Percy Miller pimp I keep
It 'bout it 'bout
Club lookin like, Black Girls Gone Wild
Earnin, we tucked in the corner just burnin
Do a little tippin but a nigga never splurgin
Grabbin up steel like a muh'fuckin surgeon
Met a bunch of bitches but
I never met a virgin
Mouth superior, girl I'm doin ya
Might get your Gucci like
My old school interior
All your friends hate me
Say they wouldn't date me
Still had a threesome when I
Got 'em on that ecstasy
I won't tell, if you won't tell
And we can do it like both of y'all my girls
Damn nigga what'chu doin?
Oh so you just gon' take my panties off?
What'chu doin down there?
Ahh I see what'chu doin m-m-m-m
That's the spot yes oooh
Moaning until chorus comes back
In and through it
Oooh yeah baby oooh God damn
The ice cream man is co-miiiiiiiiiiing'!
The ice cream man is co-miiiiiiiiiiing'!
Watch these rap niggas get all up in yo' guts
French vanilla, butter pecan
Chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
Scooped in my ice cream truck
You know whassup
8: 30 Monday morning on the courtesy flight
To my St louis bitch, she converted to dyke
(f'real?) no luggage
Shorty told me I could shop when I land
All expense paid trip, she my #1 fan
Good sex 'til the sunrise
Her friend joined in
Hump day, Wednesday afternoon
I'm back in the wind
Touched down, L-A-X, this my West coast thang
Bitch family got money
Daddy gave her the Range
Two story condo, overlookin the beach
Gave me head in the window they
Can see from the streets
Gucci frame matched the loafers on
The pedal of the Rover
Dropped me off, kissed my cheek
Said she wanna do it over friday night
Thick yellow in the lobby at the hobby
My H Town piece, 19 with plenty body
Escalade seats caressin that pretty frame
It's a shame
That a handful of cats can play the game
Watch these rap niggas get all up in yo' guts
French vanilla, butter pecan
Chocolate deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
Scooped in my ice cream truck
You know whassup
Ice, cream (oh) ice, cream (oh)
My bitch is wet like ice, cream
Ice, cream (oh) ice, cream (oh)
My bitches taste like ice, cream'!
Oooh what a pretty pussycat
That I'm lookin at dime with a diamond stud
Where her bellybutton at
Wow, make me wanna hit it right now
Do that thang she like and
Have her screamin out loud
Like Percy Miller pimp I keep
It 'bout it 'bout
Club lookin like, Black Girls Gone Wild
Earnin, we tucked in the corner just burnin
Do a little tippin but a nigga never splurgin
Grabbin up steel like a muh'fuckin surgeon
Met a bunch of bitches but
I never met a virgin
Mouth superior, girl I'm doin ya
Might get your Gucci like
My old school interior
All your friends hate me
Say they wouldn't date me
Still had a threesome when I
Got 'em on that ecstasy
I won't tell, if you won't tell
And we can do it like both of y'all my girls
Damn nigga what'chu doin?
Oh so you just gon' take my panties off?
What'chu doin down there?
Ahh I see what'chu doin m-m-m-m
That's the spot yes oooh
Moaning until chorus comes back
In and through it
Oooh yeah baby oooh God damn
The ice cream man is co-miiiiiiiiiiing'!
The ice cream man is co-miiiiiiiiiiing'!